Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!!
Eventful day to say the least. I go downstairs as usual to get my car to head off for the day when I suddenly notice that the left rear window had been smashed. I just couldn’t believe that my car had been broken into. At first I taught about the contents of my car. There was nothing too expensive that could have been taken as I put my Sat Nav into a different car, which was stored out of sight in the clove compartment. The radio was still intact with all my CDs still present as well.
I reported the break in to the hotel which I am currently occupying. They suggested that there’s a ‘Sat Nav’ scumbag thief prevalent in this area and that he’ll ignore any other items of value in order to just get the Sat Nav. This shocked me, and as they went on to explain that he had broken in to several other cars and vans in the same way, he bypassed a laptop and builder’s tools of the value of 10K! The scumbag in question is supposed to be as bold as brass I am told, evidently enough from the way he had been depicted to me. The hotel security staff also mentioned that he had been into prison 3 times and that he’d nearly want to get caught.
I decided to call the guards. The phone call involved me just stating that my car had been broken into and that I know there’s probably nothing you can do about it. I think this pissed them off, or the Garda in question, who forcefully said then that he would send someone down to take a look at it in his strong bogger’s accent. Within about 20 minutes I got a phone call saying that the Guards were downstairs. Their quickness surprised me. Obviously this was a daily occurrence in this area so perhaps their eagerness meant that they actually wanted to catch this person this time.
They asked me a few questions and the male Garda wrote me up a statement which I then read, agreed with and signed. They took other details after we had discussed TE, which I wonder about and was explained was Technical Examination. I stupidly agreed to let my poor little raped and emotionally unfit car out to Donabate for this finger prints examination. Sounds exciting. I think not. They said it would be ready for my by 4.30pm MAX but when I rang up the secretary was shocked in my asking whether it was ready yet. My car is still in Donabate, and now as I type it is five minutes to six in the evening. I don’t know when I’ll have the opportunity to collect it tomorrow as I’m in college all day tomorrow. And then there’s the hassle of fixing the window.
Well anyway, the lesson of the day is to never park or shadow my car behind a van ever again. STRESS!!